Say [O Prophet]: "If you love God, follow me, [and] God will love you and forgive you your sins; for God is much-forgiving, a dispenser of grace." [3:31]
The Godly Intimacy
There are many feelings in this world. Induced by the many hormones and biochemical reactions within the human endocrine system, humans get to feel what they perceive as sadness, happiness, anxiety, fatigue, ecstacy and the like.
Who then sets the limit to the number of feelings we can experience?
What if one day, a man feels a certain emotion undescribable by human language, so exotic yet so natural, so poignant yet undefined, so overwhelming but ever so subtle, but no one else would believe so?
Once, a friend of mine asked me on the topic of BGR, "Faizal, when are u ever gonna have a girlfriend?". I replied with a smile, "Do I have to?".
This, my friends, is what im trying to explain, this feeling or emotion, or rather, a soulful phenomenon that many wish to experience but only a handful deserves:
The Godly Intimacy.
Like a romance not charaterised by lustful passions or sinful desires, this closeness to God of a feeling is acompanied by sincere worship, faithful prayers and soulful passion.
Like a fondness, like a longing, like hoping that this lasts forever, like a lover pining and crying each night for the return of his love. Like a companionship bound by unwritten promises, by an almost 1500 years of wisdom and sacrifices, by an everlasting source of love.
Like when believers pray in solitude in the middle of the night in vigil, with not a single soul awake at that moment, with all that could be heard was the splitting silence of the peaceful night, without the crazy buzz of the traffic nor the busy conversations of daily work, as he seeks solace in the comfort of a Friend All-hearing, All-knowing, as he prays for protection from the evils of this world, from the traumas of relationships, dilemmas of decision-making, the stresses of schoolwork, the problems of parenting, the worries of working, confusions on crossroads, and the many thorns on the roses of Life.
Like when the faithfuls pray in congregation in the House of God in the holy month of Ramadhan, crying out loud to experience the bestowed Night of Power, as they recite the words from the Speech of God, indulging in the overwhelming power of His Book, as they bow and prostrate in perfect harmony, in unity to the King of Kings and of Servants, begging for mercy for the sins they committed, and for peace in this life and the hereafter and for God's Acceptance and the Love of God.
Those are few of the many, many ways to unlock that hidden feeling within the depths of the human heart. Yet many do not, or rather will never ever, get a chance to feel this feeling, a romance like none other, this Godly Intimacy. That is, if they are too caught up with this world, struggling and drowning against the cruel currents on the river of life. Seek His Pleasure, His Love, and soon enough you will feel that like none other. Alone God is enough for me. To the friend with that question about that BGR thingy? I can only say, "The romance I seek, is like nothing on earth."
"..For such He has written Faith in their hearts, and strengthened them with a Spirit from Himself. And He will admit them to Gardens beneath which rivers flow, to dwell therein (for ever). Allah will be well pleased with them, and they with Him. They are the Party of Allah. Truly it is the Party of Allah that will achieve Felicity." [58:22]
10:56 PM
burn! - 'cus the lovers of God are ablaze.
_______________Guidaci Sulla Retta Via 1:6_______________Unfolding A Rose
A young, new teacher was walking with an older, more seasoned teacher in the garden one day. Feeling a bit insecure about what Allah had for him to do, he was asking the older teacher for some advice. The older teacher walked up to a rosebush and handed the young teacher a rosebud and told him to open it without tearing off any petals. The young teacher looked in disbelief at the older teacher and was trying to figure out what a rosebud could possibly have to do with his wanting to know the will of Allah for his life and ministry.
But because of his great respect for the older teacher, he proceeded to try to unfold the rose, while keeping every petal intact... It wasn't long before he realized how impossible this was to do. Noticing the younger teacher's inability to unfold the rosebud without tearing it, the older teacher began to recite the following poem...
It is only a tiny rosebud,
A flower of Allah's design;
But I cannot unfold the petals
With these clumsy hands of mine.
The secret of unfolding flowers
Is not known to such as I.
ALLAH opens this flower so sweetly,
Then in my hands they die.
If I cannot unfold a rosebud,
This flower of Allah's design,
Then how can I have the wisdom
To unfold this life of mine?
So I'll trust in Allah for leading
Each moment of my day.
I will look to Allah for His guidance
Each step of the way.
The pathway that lies before me,
Only Allah knows.
I'll trust Him to unfold the moments,
Just as He unfolds the rose.
10:29 AM
burn! - 'cus the lovers of God are ablaze.
_______________Guidaci Sulla Retta Via 1:6_______________almost a week. but last sunday seemed a lifetime away.
to all that were involved in that short drama, i owe my life to you.
calling you guys 'friends' - just an understatement.
TheHolyQ 2:286 - "Allah does not impose upon any soul a duty but to the extent of its ability.."
La yukallifullahu nafsaan illa wus'ahaa.
oh Sustainer of Faith, sustain me my strength and keep my faith unto You, and make no event pass in the lives of me and my brothers without making us ever stronger in our belief and our mission, ameen.
that Sunday will make me strong.
and best of all, unite me to my companions closer.
i can feel it.
to my father, forgive me.
3:20 PM
burn! - 'cus the lovers of God are ablaze.
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A Letter to The Culture That Raised Me
By: Yasmin Mogahed
IslamiCity
Growing up, you read me the Ugly Duckling. And for years I believed that was me. For so long you taught me I was nothing more than a bad copy of the standard.
I couldn't run as fast or lift as much. I didn't make the same money and I cried too often. I grew up in a man's world where I didn't belong.
And when I couldn't be him, I wanted only to please him. I put on your make-up and wore your short skirts. I gave my life, my body, my dignity, for the cause of being pretty. I knew that no matter what I did, I was worthy only to the degree that I could please and be beautiful for my master. And so I spent my life on the cover of Cosmo and gave my body for you to sell.
I was a slave, but you taught me I was free. I was your object, but you swore it was success. You taught me that my purpose in life was to be on display, to attract, and be beautiful for men. You had me believe that my body was created to market your cars. And you raised me to think I was an ugly duckling.
But you lied.
Islam tells me, I'm a swan. I'm different-it's meant to be that way. And my body, my soul, was created for something more.
God says in the Quran: 'O mankind, We created you from a single (pair) of a male and a female and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know one another (not that you may despise each other). Verily, the most honored of you in the sight of God is the one who is most righteousÓ (Quran 49:13).
So I am honored. But it is not by my relationship to men. My value as a woman is not measured by the size of my waist or the number of men who like me. My worth as a human being is measured on a higher scale: a scale of righteousness and piety. And my purpose in life-despite what the fashion magazines say-is something more sublime than just looking good for men.
And so God tells me to cover myself, to hide my beauty and to tell the world that I'm not here to please men with my body; I'm here to please God. God elevates the dignity of a woman's body by commanding that it be respected and covered, shown only to the deserving-only to the man I marry.
So to those who wish to 'liberate' me, I have only one thing to say:
Thanks, but no thanks.
I'm not here to be on display. And my body is not for public consumption. I will not be reduced to an object, or a pair of legs to sell shoes. I'm a soul, a mind, a servant of God. My worth is defined by the beauty of my soul, my heart, my moral character. So, I won't worship your beauty standards, and I don't submit to your fashion sense. My submission is to something higher.
With my veil I put my faith on display-rather than my beauty. My value as a human is defined by my relationship with God, not by my looks. So I cover the irrelevant. And when you look at me, you don't see a body. You view me only for what I am: a servant of my Creator.
So you see, as a Muslim woman, I've been liberated from a silent kind of bondage. I don't answer to the slaves of God on earth....
I answer to their king.
12:39 AM
burn! - 'cus the lovers of God are ablaze.
_______________Guidaci Sulla Retta Via 1:6_______________greetings earthlings. mwahahaha. okay cut the crap faizal =)
WHAT!? - FMSA jalanraya!!~
WHERE? - meet at FMSA lor!
WHEN? - Sunday. 5th November, meet at 8am =) end at about 10pm. XD
HOW!? - we're all travellin by van!!!
WHO!? - visiting exco's house, but all can tAg AlOnG!! ~
WHY!? - cus IM goin, Youre goin and EvRyOnE's goin! =D
SO!! call me, acap or farhan (for guys) and nad or jannah (for gurls) if you wanna come along!
dress to your nines, tens and elevens, and showcase the best baju raye that you haf!!
so watcha waiting for? call us now, and we're sure to have one helluva loadsa fun this jalan raya! woots!
brought to you by: Fellowship of Muslim Students' Association Executive Committee =)
8:10 PM
burn! - 'cus the lovers of God are ablaze.
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A Letter to The Culture That Raised Me